Are You A Werewolf's?
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"Was it been the drama?, I'm hungry, can you stop babbling?, it makes me nauseous." The werewolf began to pounce on him, but he did not directly eat the body raw, but sliced it bit by bit. Vivia again groaned to endure the pain. Sometimes he called William, though he knew that William would not help him.

         "William... AAAAAAAARGH!!!!!" It was like being on the verge of death. Not alive, not dead. His flesh began to rip apart, his left hand had already slipped off his shoulder. Part of his body began to enter the werewolf's digestive organs. Vivian's eyes were wide. His mouth began to mute, he could no longer endure the pain. Such intense pain, accompanied by a fear that haunted him. Even more so if it was all done by the people he loved. Feelings of fear, tension, sadness, pain were all raging within his soul. The only thing he could do was to wait for the arrival of the angel of death who would somehow pick himself up, but which would obviously not be long from this second.

         After some parts of Vivian's body were torn apart, she finally breathed her last breath. The moment that Vivia had been waiting for, died quietly. Despite the fact that he died horribly it is inevitable.

         Now Vivia is the head without body. The room was immediately covered in blood. William got up from his seat, raised his head, hugged him and laughed grimly like a man who had lost his mind, when it was true.

     "Hey.. May I have it?" William asked the werewolf.

       As William grew more and more infatuated, he began bathing himself in a pool of blood he had made with the werewolf who had just left him. Then he thought to himself, Did he wickedly kill the man who had poured out his affection long ago?, did he wickedly kill the man who had become his backbone? Struggling hard day and night for him?... He can't remember much, including his childhood memories. But he still could not forget his only brother. He still loves her, but it is a different affection than the one he devoted while he was still living happily with her. Rather than affection, what he felt at this moment was closer to obsession. Somehow she liked the moans of pain created by her brother. Her crying, her blood, made her feel like she was drunk with obsession, If she was said to be a madman, maybe it was not something that strayed from reality.  Now that things turned around, Vivia who had been shouting called William, now William was the one who called Vivia. But not the corpse of his name if he recalls, the head only creates an atmosphere of silence, as if only asserting whatever William said. William blabbed incoherently. Then put the valuable object into a black plastic that has been put in a bag. Then leave the room.

After returning to the residence he had long left, he placed his lifeless head on his study table that had begun to dust. William began to clean the blood of his beloved brother, then put it in an aquarium that was filled with a mixture of borax and formalin. To preserve his beloved corpse. William stared at the head many times without any boredom. He wanted to touch it, but if he dared to try it then his skin would peel due to the liquid he made himself.

      "Beautiful... Even when she dies she is still beautiful....., am I wrong? No. I didn't kill him.. I just.. just enjoy the look on his face when he feels pain..it's not the wrong thing.."